the world according to sherimaven

Aloha, Friday. Yay. Just yay.

I'm running around a bit so not tons of time to chitty chat but let's go into the weekend with a few of my favorite things- photography, fashion, and of course, Ms. Linda Evangelista. I mean...

I found these shots from UK Vogue's May 1993 edition, shot by Corrine Day who is sadly no longer with us but was just brilliant with that spot on Brit vibe and effortless awesome- her eye was so influential to the early careers of girls like Kate Moss and other purveyors of coolness.  When I look at the ads of brands like Burberry today, I can't help but feel that designers like Christopher Bailey owe a huge debt to Ms. Day in the inspiration department. She was just all that.

When I look at these photos, there's not much I would change right here, right now. Linda is just so gorgeous and that yellow first look and accompanying pages of minimalism are just beyond.  I'm having a REAL 90s situation these days, and all I want is to pare it down and keep it simple. Such a chic timeless thing happening, oui? Even though this story was shot for warmer times, I'm still feeling the heat. Friday, I'm in love.  

I hope you enjoy your weekend and get out into the Fall air and breath a little. Or a lot. I for one could stare at 90s editorial for the rest of the week, but that's just me. I too shall try and get out there and do something fun. Cause that's what's up this La Linda Nineties Supermodel/Superfan Friday in the 212. All the love. Yours, in (90s) fashion. XO

(This photograph not from the same shoot but pretty much sums up my mood today. Love it).

Hiya, Thursday. I'm thirsty for Friday.

So let's just get to it. I'm annoyed. Yes this retrogradient has me all askew but I'm kind of pissy about the news that no other than Intermix, purveyor of very spendy clothing, is coming to my neighborhood on Smith Street. What's fitting about the whole thing is that the store (a chain) is taking over the space once occupied by Saul, one of the first trendy restaurants to set up shop on Smith Street, long before my neighborhood became the Manhattan lite (not lite anymore), it is today. 

The other day I read with some amusement Kim Hastreiter's (she of Paper Magazine fame) piece entitled:  "F*CK BROOKLYN. I (STILL) LOVE NEW YORK". 

As you can imagine, the piece railed about my borough's annoying pretension, the constant din of "made in Brooklyn", and the overhyped and now almost perverse notion that Brooklyn the brand is omnipotent. OK. I don't disagree.  Here's a little excerpt from her piece:

"I know I sound like an old curmudgeon punk when I say that I'm totally sick of this "brand" they call Brooklyn. But it's true. I'm sick of Brooklyn the look, Brooklyn the cool and Brooklyn the aesthetic. And I'm especially tired of Brooklyn's monolithic tourist trap, Williamsburg, which looks like it's been branded by the Portland agency Wieden + Kennedy. If I see another Edison light bulb or indie, vintage-furnished Ace-style hotel open up, or one more white, bearded, tattooed, apron-clad, work-booted hipster standing behind the counter of a shop selling pork bellies, small-batch gin, organic barber shop products or old-school, authentic, artisanal, heritage, sustainable, distressed-looking anything, I swear I will throw up. Breaking news, kids: This is not the Pacific Northwest! It's a trend and it's getting old. Fast. I get it that Brooklyn the location still offers affordable space where young people can hole up to make art, music, film, or innovative food and it still has great texture and cultural mixes. But to me, Brooklyn the brand is becoming a monochromatic cartoon of itself". 

I guess she's really not taking into account the saddest reality of the whole thing- that nobody who lives in Brooklyn or has lived there a long time really likes this either. My own experience with Brooklyn predates my recent move back- I lived on Bergen and Smith in the late 90s as I nursed a very broken heart, and the quiet, tree lined charm and endless view of sky healed me. I never forgot how that era was a time of great peace for me- leaving Manhattan and taking the train into the city each day (and back) was a way for me to let go, to gain some solace. I loved walking around my neighborhood on the weekends- when Trader Joe's which now is full of infant twins at every corner and yoga panted moms, was once a bank. There were not great restaurants, but there were beautiful residential streets and the Promenade which proudly displayed the twin towers before 9/11 took them away. It was a wonderful place to be, and my rent was cheap, my apartment beautiful, and my bedroom overlooked a magnificent garden. And it was not like we were not part of New York City, we just lived in Brooklyn. And if you wanted to visit me, great. If you didn't- whatever. But now we're in 2013 and everything has changed. And aren't these so called "young people" her audience? WTF.

She then goes on to say: "I, too, still love New York City, the brand. It is still for ambitious fighters who live to wake up every day, roll up their sleeves and attack their lives. We live and work hard and are survivors. It can be seen in our eyes, in the way we dress, in the way we walk, in the way we hustle. Our city these days is top heavy with rich people, shrewd people and financial movers, but for those of us who aren't in this category and were lucky enough to have grabbed land before the gold rush, it's still a challenging daily fight to live to tell the tale". Um, how is this not true of people that live in Brooklyn or for people in the Rockaways or Staten Island post Sandy? Do they not count in this Horatio Alger fantasy of hers? I think they have a few more challenges than being inconvenienced by a few days without lights.

One of the biggest problems in this city (and I'm talking Manhattan, Brooklyn, and everywhere else) is the divisiveness. There's always been lines drawn between uptown and downtown, but now it seems if you live in Brooklyn, you're immediately typecast as someone who makes artisanal jam and wears suspenders while riding a unicycle. Or perhaps if you live in "grown up Brooklyn" like I do, if you haven't had in vitro or adopted children from Laos you're a complete anomaly. Regardless, I don't get the Brooklyn vs. Manhattan thing anymore. I'm not sure why Ms. Hastreiter feels the need to pledge her love for "New York City" and exclude Brooklyn or anywhere else around here. But if we're going there, let's go.

Sure it's great that people like her can enjoy the ease of Manhattan living while dashing to and fro from magazine meetings to air kissing the fashion flock while never having to go over any of our bridges in rush hour traffic. Good for her. It's just that I find it pretty hilarious that the very reason she rails about Brooklyn is an inability to see the real issue- that the reason Brooklyn is so bloody annoying is the fact that there are too many former Manhattan people there. Without them, why would you need stores like J. Crew and Intermix? Who would give a shit about an artisanal ginger root cocktail? Would you have so many disenfranchised power moms who secretly yearn for their old life in the West Village while blocking out the sounds of their screaming children with names like Ezra or Theodora? Ya wouldn't.

Believe me, there's nobody more annoyed with a hyper branded Brooklyn than me, because I live there. I'm beginning to wonder if a Texas type secession is in order (now that we have all of these imposing shopping opportunities, restaurants, and soon, Whole Foods, why on Earth do we need Manhattan, again besides our 9-5s?). I for one would be very happy to live in a world where Manhattanites don't endlessly talk about how annoying Brooklyn is. And the reason denizens of Brooklyn complain about the very same thing is because there was a time when life in the 718 was not so bloody irritating- it was just life, and a damn nice one. Hey Manhattan- you can keep your cashmere sweaters and infused beverages. I just want to walk my dog and take a deep breath in Brooklyn.

So Ms. Hastreiter, I say right back to you- 

"F*CK MANHATTAN.  I (STILL) LOVE NEW YORK". 

The Paper piece is a classic example of hating the player, and not the game. Just because one lives in Brooklyn doesn't mean one is a hipster who bathes in dirty pickle brine. I just want to see some sky and get some oxygen.

Because living in New York is truly more about living in Manhattan or any of the boroughs. It's about finding some sanity amidst the chaos wherever you can get it and unfortunately too many people have made the lovely Brooklyn more about being cool and less about being chill. And really, it's about the huddled masses all living here together as one despite income, race, or orientation anyway so let's all enjoy the whole big city and its buzzy boroughs, shall we? But if you're thinking of moving to my neighborhood from Manhattan, please don't. There's plenty for you to do on your side of the bridge.

And here's something to think about if we're talking about Brooklyn as theme park- if Brooklyn and Manhattan were action figures, I do believe Brooklyn could kick Manhattan's ass.  It's kinda like Jay Z vs. Woody Allen. Yea, no contest. Sure I know Jay Z may not live in Brooklyn anymore, but he's sure not afraid to come across the bridge- he knows what's good and where he's from.  Though I myself was not born or raised in Brooklyn, I'm hoping those scrappy types like Jay who have hopes and dreams  and soul will slowly take Brooklyn back. I guess there's always Queens, cause I'm certainly not moving back to Manhattan. It's off brand.

Cause that's what's up this hello, Brooklyn kind of Thursday in the big city.  Yours, in Brooklyn. XO

Hi hi hi Wednesday...hated getting out of bed this morning (my bedroom is an absolute dungeon hence hard to awaken) but once I did very much enjoyed this chilly air. I'm happy to wear a sweater but that's just me. Grateful.

So I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but our dear friend Mercury is in retrograde. For you star gazy types you know what this means- all hell is breaking loose, one can start crying for no reason, and nothing feels right. You might say the Earth is having a wicked case of PMS.  Other more half full types say this is a great time to recalibrate, adjust the lens, and shift some paradigms. I think I'm torn and in some sort of cosmic purgatory myself. If you're way too grounded to understand what I mean by any of this, I apologize. I do very much believe in being in tune with what's happening out there because it gives me some insight into what's happening in here. And by here, I mean in my oft crowded brain.

So it's really not shocking that I've been drawn to rocks this week. 'm having a thing for crystals and talismans and protection of all kinds.  I went over to Chelsea Market yesterday seeking coffee and locations for a project i have and walked out with something fabulous- a pyrite ring from Dea Dia, one of the vendors at Artists and Fleas. I can't get enough of their rock faced chic. I'm in love.

In other news, some old friends of ours, Friends With You, are having a show in NYC tomorrow. I highly advise you get your retrograded, backwards arses over there. FWY makes amazing toys and prints full of energy and joy and now they're making these amazing resin pieces called Psychic Stones, which, from their website are "...a sculpture that is both an object of aesthetic contemplation and a power-amulet, tailor-made for each collector through an experiential process". I so need me a power amulet, and chances are, you do too. Stop by the Paul Kasmin Gallery tomorrow night and get some protection. I'm feeling like we all may need it. 

I've started a wee bit of a collection of rocky things at home-  (check out my friends Eric Hoffman and Michael Reynolds' apartment above- amazing)I like the way they make me feel, and sure, it harkens back to my Sugar Magnolia days, but hey- whatever works. Cause that's what's up this rocky retrograde of a Wednesday in the very wacky 212. Stay balanced. Yours in fashion, and crystals. Strength and power, friends . XO

Good day, Tuesday. It's a bit cloudy today and cool- just right if you ask me.  I'm working away on a few projects so time is spare, but I wanted to share my most coveted bag for Fall, the humble and more ladylike shoulder bag.

With all of the silhouettes loosening up a bit (think chunky oversized knits, full skirts, menswear inspired boxy coats), a girl needs a bit of structure in her life. I'm loving the idea of a more constructed purse to balance out the loosened up wardrobe of Fall. 

The classic (and preferably vintage) Hermes bag sets the bar (way too high for most), and of course Chanel (seen above), but others are making some great options as well...here's a sample of some of my favs- and for those that only like black bags (you know who you are), basic black is probably the most popular color for this style of purse (goes with everything and is beyond classic and economical), though the red Coach bag below sure is fun:

Jerome Dreyfuss Bobi Shoulder Bag, $780

J. Crew Claremont purse, $250 (and currently on sale)

Tory Burch shoulder bag, Saddalrina Large Saddle, $495

Coach Madison Shoulder Flap bag, in scarlet, $298

Mark Cross Large Zelda Shoulder bag, $769 (on sale) 

Ferragamo Rory leather shoulder bag, $825

Zara Leather City Bag, $129

Madewell Eaton Shoulder bag, $238

Clare Vivier simple tote in velvet/black, $368

BE&D Parker Shoulder, $247.99

And if the whole shoulder bag thing has you thinking the whole thing is too stuffy, do like the beauty at the top of this post and rock a classic shoulder bag as a clutch, to keep things very well styled and fresh. I'm a big fan of an elegant bag for Fall- it's a great way to shoulder the burden of your life at large. Cause that's what's up this handbag of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours in fashion, XO

Good morning, Monday. It's a great looking day in the big city and Fall is officially here. David got my cold this weekend so as he rested, Khan and I took the opportunity to take many long walks yesterday, where we couldn't help but notice how happy all the ladies looked, with their new Fall sweaters and cute blazers and scarves and boots. Chicks love fall and its new fashion opportunities. You know this.

In other news, before my cold transferred itself to my beloved, we had the chance to check out a Food and Wine event on Saturday night called "Tacos and Tequila". As we enjoy both of these things (and since we had free tickets), we went out and sat in traffic on the West Side Highway for about an hour and a half to get to the event. Once there, it was pretty obvious we should have hit up our pay-per-view and stayed happily on the sofa. 

Let me paint a picture of it for you- picture every douche like object you know, with their female counterparts. Picture fake boobs, sky high heels, and Wall Street swagger. Then picture about 50 restaurants, serving lukewarm taco offerings, drippy affairs that are nothing more than mediocre, while alarmingly bright spotlights shine on everyone with their hot breath for no apparent reason. Then picture (or hear) a terrible DJ blasting the likes of Katy Perry entirely too loud. And if that's not enough for you, picture that the tequila component of the event (which became more important by the second) comprised about two of the 50 stalls, with lines ten fake tans deep to get a margarita. Oh, and then get this- it cost $250 a person to get in. Yup. I did however, enjoy the free Godiva truffles. Those were the best part, and they were neither tacos nor tequila.

I'm sorry if you are one of the poor schmucks that actually had to pay for this event. But when I think about it, it kind of serves said schmuck right. After all, tacos and tequila should be enjoyed on the cheap- isn't that the whole point? A taco is a humble food- it's not a food that screams celebrity chef (OMG Giada's in the ladies room! Oh, look- there's Bobby Flay. Holy shit! Spike Mendelsohn) nor should it. A taco and a margarita are best enjoyed in a low fi way in my opinion, which brings me to a bigger point about living in New York these days- why must everything be so damn overblown, disappointing, and expensive? I remember a time when I first moved here where there was no such thing as a rock star chef, and great restaurants had great food and that was that. Foodie culture always existed, but its dilution has caused complete mediocrity. I kind of got the feeling that everyone at this thing had free tickets however, because it was beyond jam packed in there  and if it's true that anyone was silly enough to buy tickets to this, you probably left feeling like you had just been robbed. Not cool.  Really, it's unfair to say all the food sucked, but what did suck was the event itself- no vibe, no coolness, nothing authentic to the experience. Why not just set up some taco trucks somewhere in the city with some great live music and let everyone enjoy them for a couple of bucks? Is it me?

I'm just tired of the commoditization and packaging of just about everything. I thought it would be fun to eat some free tacos and suck down some margaritas, but alas, I was wrong. Maybe I just miss New York before Bloomberg and all the money. Maybe I just hate how a taco is no longer a taco- it has to be some gastronomic thing/movement because being a taco nowadays is just not good enough. Or maybe I'm just old and disgruntled and probably should not eat a lot of tacos anyway and acknowledge that tequila make me a little mean. I don't know what the answer is, but the big lesson here is this- even free events like this are not worth it when you can't even get a drink. And if you're paying for an experience, then it's really up to the providers of said experience to make it bloody worth it. It's hard to believe that all of the taco hordes had ponied up $250 a person considering the state of things in this country right now. But then again, New York is a city that has become too much about one thing, and it ain't good tacos or free tequila.  Money really does change everything, and it's not necessarily for the better.

Everything is feeling so manufactured lately in the New York theme park. I'm just looking for something real. I can't be alone in this can I? For now, I'm hanging on my sofa until something fun happens. You're welcome to join me. Cause that's what's up this craving something new kind of Monday in the 212. I know I'm channeling Andy Rooney today but whatevs. All the love. XO

Good morning, Thursday. I'm officially in the drying out phase of this scourge I've got- last night I got home and was so stuffed up I felt kind of panicked by my inability to breath. After doping myself up with about 16 different cold meds, I finally fell asleep, after retreating to our second bedroom, doing an exhaustive Internet search on the Japanese Yakuza (fascinating), and helping a friend select an outfit, virtually. I'm tired today.

But besides all of that and having slept a good six hours, I'm back to face another one. And here's the thing about facing the day in New York- you really never know what's going to happen before you even set foot in the office. So on today's A train, my fellow straphangers and I were treated to the most amazing version of "No Woman No Cry" by a gentlemen and two female back up singers, done in a very Fugees/Wyclef style in my train car. We all clapped and after the hat was passed around for tips, our singer gave us a real talking to.

He told us we all suck for having full time jobs and not following our dreams. That we only care about others when the real "shit" goes down like 9/11. That we're lulled into submission by our quest for more money and more power. That there's nothing wrong with saying "thank you" or "good morning" instead of "EXCUSE ME!" when you board that packed train in the morning. After being treated to such soulful music, giving claps and high fives and giving out our spare change, we all felt a bit assaulted, and further, completely bummed out. What a buzz kill. Sure it's true, and we all knew it. But really? At 8:30 am you have to treat us to a beautiful rendition of a beautiful song and then slam us all for being a bunch of bourgeois plebes?  Don't think for a minute you can simply enjoy some sweet harmonizing and Haitian  free styling on the subway. Nope. You're a sucker and a douche and that's that.  Is he wrong? Nope. Sigh. Feeling a bit like Charlie Brown.

That's the rub of living here folks. You're up. you're down, you're over and out. All in the span of a 20 minute train ride. I can only imagine what the rest of the day will reap. Merde.

Cause that's what's up this narrowly avoiding disaster (hey, government- thanks) kind of Thursday in the wacky, wacky 212. All the love. Stay golden, and be careful out there. XO

Good afternoon, Tuesday. I am voiceless today. I've been silenced by some weird sore throat so insert a raspy, strained throaty sexy time voice when you read this post.  To me, I sound more like Harvey Fierstein but whatever...

Anyhoo let's keep things simple today. From time to time I like to tear out pics from magazines and hang them up to inspire me. I came across this look on Emerson Fry's site and I digitally tore it out and stared at it for a hot minute. This may become a regular feature here come to think of it- I like the sounds of Tearsheet Tuesdays don't you? But back to it....

I love this look. I love this look. I love this lo-ok. Oh how I love this look.

A simple sweater. Sexy heeled snaked/leathery boots that are wide enough on the calf to make your skintight leather/jeans look amazing on your stems. Easy breezy hair. I'm in. So very in. Just wanted to share this great look with you.  Let's keep it easy breezy today, mmm-k? What a perfect fall outfit from one of my favs. Check out the rest of their stuff too. Fantastic and just right for modern life. 

Cause that's what's up this simply sexy throaty down but not out Tuesday in the 212. X to the O. Yours, in fashion.

Good morning, Monday. I'm back from our sweet little mini vacay and though I came back with a nasty sore throat, it was well worth it. I love being out East and enjoying the air, the super stiff martinis at the Maidstone Arms, and the (even more) kick back vibe of post season Montauk. It's wonderful.

I couldn't sleep last night so found myself watching a young and short haired Gwyneth Paltrow in "Sliding Doors", a movie I begrudgingly admit I enjoy. There's some duel personality weird shit happening in that film, but I found myself a huge fan of GP's shorn locks and spare 90s aesthetic. I'm loving the slip dress moment and the spare makeup. It's gorgeous. Goop or no Goop, Gwyneth epitomized beauty in that era. Inspiring.

So it's no coincidence I found myself in a full on 90s moment this morning, remembering those beautiful Jil Sander ads shot by Craig McDean in the 90s. Needless to say, I'm floored by how contemporary the mood is, how apt the clothes are, and how much I want to spend the rest of the week hunting down some vintage Jil and throwing out just about everything else I own. I love the turtleneck pants combo pushed up for business time but also incredibly pared down. You will never look the victim in any of these pieces. And that's a really good thing.

Oh and Linda with that short bob? Best.

 And that fuzzy coat or that spare black suit? Fantastic.

Are there any more questions on how fabulous these clothes were? Negative.

As I come back to the office and wonder if the government is going to stay closed and whether or not Christiane LaGarde's stern warning on NPR to the US today could really come true (talk of catastrophic impacts on global monies and such), I need to dress to suit my mood. Complicated times call for simple clothes and wonderful haircuts. 90s Jil Sander-  I salute you. Cause that's what's up this black and white and well dressed (and tressed) fashion moment of a Monday in the very post 90s 212- why am I yearning for Bill Clinton all of the sudden? Yours in fashion, XO

Good afternoon, Friday. I'm coming to you live from Montauk, NY- probably my favorite place on Earth. With everyone discovering the North Fork and rolling their eyes at the overly indulgent Hamptons, I can't help but be a diehard. I have always loved it out here- and with a past as storied as any great American novel (think everyone from the Rolling Stones to Lee Radziwill to De Kooning), this place is plenty quirky and not just a fancy  playground for the rich and clueless(the Hamptons in general). I gotta say- this is my happy place. I have the super warm fuzzies and feel lucky to be here.

Coming here at this time of year is absolute magic- it's not full of star gazers or jerky types who rent Porsches for the weekends to impress the ladies. Montauk has always been a bit salty and that's why I love it, but there's a film festival in East Hampton this weekend (iconic windmill above), and I must admit- it's charming as all get out with the leaves changing and all of the beautiful shops showing their wares with a slight chill in the air. I would love to live here all year 'round- I can see a life of being social and having lots of dinner parties in the summer, and then using the colder months to brush up on neglected interests- like teaching myself to cook something French or painting again or writing a well spun tale or even mastering some sort of physically challenging situ like boxing or tennis (indoor of course). When nobody's around to bother you, there's simply more time for such pursuits, and that's that.

Oh and did I mention I'd have a little column for the East Hampton Star, just to keep things interesting? I LOVE gazing into their street level windows and thinking about a life as an eccentric- with a great little piece a week to match. Khan would accompany me to the office of course, and in my wildest dreams I'd be wearing Dries head to toe, this season. You know I'm obsessed with plaid and pajama inspired dressing. But let's get real.

Since I'm really only a weekend warrior here, as in this weekend only, here's some pieces I think are just perfect for a fall escape. It's a little bit preppy, a little bit edgy, and a bit rough hewn/outdoorsy but done my way - a bit of menswear for just the right amount of cool -and big bonus points for those who find pieces like the below at vintage stores- could totally and completely work for all of the below as they are such timeless pieces. I love the classic with a twist vibe happening out here, and as David and I retreat to our little cabin and cook dinner and drink (too much) wine, I allow myself to dream a little bit about life out here. 

Check out my gallery below and come here for a visit if you can this Fall. It's kind of everything. Cause that's what's up this cozy Friday in Montauk. Yours, in fashion. XO

A BLUE BLAZER. (This one from Saint Laurent but would love a vintage piece or a more classic jacket like those at Brooks Brothers)

A TARTAN MEN'S SCARF. (Love this brand. Love this scarf.  Delicious)

A NOVELTY TEE WITH A ROCK VIBE. (Just to keep it cool and not too collegiate)- Love Zoe Karssen - her tees are awesome.

A GREAT SKINNY JEAN.  Love these from AE in dark denim (best jeans for the price hands down), and these in winter white from Mother.

THE ROUGH HEWN RIDING BOOT. These from Sorel are just awesome. I love them for a bit of rough and tumble. These I may need to buy right now.

CLASSIC AVIATORS. Love these from Tom Ford with the rose gold tint. Yes please.

A GREAT GOLD BRACELET. This one is Cartier. Ugh. Back to Earth? Go for this C. Wonder piece for a similar vibe at a way better price.

A PREPPY TOTE. From JW Hulme for Brooks Brothers. Good times. Too preppy? Try one that's more classic from Want Les Essentiels for a fresh take.

A VINTAGE MENS WATCH. I love this Rolex but you know...go to a flea market and pick up something cool. Use this as inspiration if you'd like. I dig the navy face.

Good morning, Wednesday. Welp I think it's finally Fall in our fair city and I for one am doing a happy dance. I love chilly weather and all of its awesomeness- from boots to scarves to hot beverages, I'm so in it to win it. Yay, Fall. 

And since there's that chill in the air, my mind is just going right to plaid. I'm going to Montauk for a long weekend with David (so excited) and looking for a very minimal packing experience.

I'm all about a plaid flannel moment. I was smitten a few weeks ago by Bill Cunningham's piece in the Times featuring plaid, and something about the girl in the mini with the plaid button down (above right) made me feel good. I love that look- and love how plaid can be a basic- from jackets to shirts to scarves, it's a great touch that is less lumberjack and more lovely these days. Just wear it with a nice piece of jewelry (the combo of pearls or gold necklaces and flannel really does it for me) and you're golden.

This checked cape from Zara is possibly the coolest piece of outerwear I've seen in some time. Capes are big this year and I love the idea of this one with a simple turtleneck or a vintage denim shirt. So good. Plaid is really the pattern that keeps on giving. 

If you're feeling a bit more authentic about things, go for the LL Bean watch plaid classic flannel. I'd wear it oversized with leather leggings and lots of jewelry and my Rag and Bone moto boots. I'd say hit up your local men's department for some solid button down options. I'm so feeling love for the plaid right now.  It can be a bit Ivy League, punk inspired, grungy/rock and roll, or just plain comfy. And most of all, it's super chic at this very moment. I'm all about a plaid moment for Fall this year, and am so thrilled I bought a great subtle plaid shawl/poncho type thing when I was in Austin last year. So popping that on in Montauk this weekend. Some plaidspiration below. I love how differently all of these ladies are rocking it- all with fantastic results.  Bonus points for mixing your plaids at once. Bold move. Well played. Oh and if you're not in spendy mode, just go raid your man's closet. There's no way he doesn't have some sort of plaid shirt you can borrow. I'm on my way there now...(not your man's closet silly, my man's).

I'll most likely be going off the grid until Monday- cause that's what's up this Tartanesque Wednesday in the 212. Yours in fashion, XO